After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Sylvia checked the time and found it was only six o'clock, feeling irritated.

Whenever she didn't get enough sleep, she became short-tempered and violent.

After washing her face, she found her dress had been torn into pieces.

Then she found Franklin's shirt in the closet and put on his slacks.

Sylvia picked up her handbag and left the villa.

She walked for five minutes and left the area, but she didn't see a cab on the way.

Annoyed, she heard her phone vibrate, wondering if Franklin was calling.

Sylvia swiped to answer.

"Damn you, woman! Where have you gone?" The familiar, cold voice from the other end of the line told her how unhappy he was.

"What do you want?" Sylvia asked more rudely.

Franklin held some fresh seafood bought from the wet market and pinched the phone, looking sullen.

He got up and drove to the pier to get the seafood out of kindness. However, Sylvia vanished.

He felt terrible when he stepped into the villa and found she was gone.

Franklin panicked, wondering if she had disappeared again and which man would win her favor.

Therefore, he immediately called her.

"Where have you gone?" "I'm going home." Sylvia's voice made his mood better. "Home? Your home is here." Franklin put the seafood into the kitchen, strode to the living room, grabbed the car key, and left the house. "I'll take you back." Sylvia was about to refuse, but he ended the call overbearingly.

She put away her phone and kept moving, hoping to hail a taxi before he found her.

However, the neighborhood was full of villas, and few cabs would bypass here.

From the distance, she saw Franklin's car roar toward her. After a loud creak, it was pulled over next to her.

Pressing his thin lips together, Franklin pushed the door open, seized her wrist, and pressed her into the car.

Sylvia could tell he was in a bad mood.

"Why didn't you wait for me at home?" When his gaze fell on her, he started looking at her up and down.

Sylvia looked slightly different today.

The black shirt on her looked familiar and seemed to be his.

The beige slacks were his, too.

His oversized shirt wrapped her body, making her waist slenderer.

Franklin wished to drive her home and make love to her.

Even though she put on his clothes, she looked gorgeous.

Thinking that his clothes were on her body, Franklin was turned on excitedly.

Gazing at her, he asked, "Have you ever put on any other man's clothes?" Sylvia looked at him in confusion. "Are you nuts? Why would | do it?" Franklin took it as a negative answer, his mood getting much better.

He turned to gaze at her, thinking she had only worn his clothes. It was intimate and exciting.

Sylvia didn't know why he suddenly was angry or how his mood had become better.

After they divorced, he became moody.

"l want to have breakfast," Franklin pressed her into the car while explaining, "So | went out to buy some ingredients.” He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Why did you run away?" "You woke me up. Why should | stay there?" Sylvia said crossly while sitting in the passenger's seat.

She felt heated as she didn't sleep well.

In the past, before they divorced, Franklin had always tiptoed when going to work, avoiding waking her up.

Franklin started the engine and sped it up. In a blink, they returned to Townyer Villa.

Sylvia felt hungry. Since Franklin bought the ingredients, she didn't mind making breakfast personally.

Nothing was more comfortable than going to bed after eating.

Therefore, she didn't resist him.

They returned to the house.

Sylvia gaped once she stepped into the living room.

Several crabs were crawling on the floor.

Noticing the humans, they raised their claws.

"Why are you standing here?" Franklin strode to her after seeing her stop at the door.

"Why didn't you put them into the sink?" Sylvia watched the crabs, feeling a migraine.

"Deal with them." Sylvia was so sleepy that she shivered. "Clean them. Then wake me up. | need some sleep.” While yawning, she returned to the bedroom. Afraid that Franklin would refuse, she looked back to emphasize, only to find he had put on an apron with small floral patterns. She thought he looked cute and handsome.

Sylvia bit back the words on her tongue tip.

The next second, Franklin caught the crabs, put them into a bag, and walked toward the kitchen.

She guessed he could do it well.

Franklin put the crabs, the oysters, the shellfish, and the squids into the sink.

The crabs were still flicking their claws.

Gazing at the sea animals, Franklin felt a slight migraine.

He would have bought some beef and mutton if he had known he needed to deal with them.

He had never washed or dealt with them before, so he had no clue how.

Therefore, Franklin pulled out his phone and searched for the methods online.

After dealing with all the seafood, it was almost noon.

Then Franklin went upstairs to wake up Sylvia.

Sylvia was lying on the king-sized bed. He could hardly tear his gaze off her face.

When Sylvia opened her eyes, she saw Franklin wearing an apron, kissing her gently.

The air was filled with intimacy and romance.

It reminded her of the scenes where they were still married.

However, Sylvia reminded herself that they had divorced.

Their memories of the past four years were kept in this bedroom.

All of a sudden, she pushed him away and sat up. The blanket on her slid to the floor.

Franklin felt upset after being interrupted suddenly. Holding her in his arms, he gently pinched her waist to imply his arousal.

"Are you awake?" Ignoring him, Sylvia stretched.

Then she put on her slippers and walked toward the kitchen. "Have you cleaned them up?" Suddenly, Franklin grabbed her.

The next second, Sylvia's back hit the cold wall. He kissed her passionately again.

Right then, they heard a growl.

Sylvia pressed her hands on his chest, pushing him away. She said coquettishly, "I'm hungry." "I'll let you go now." Franklin pinched her waist and carried her into the kitchen.

In fact, he was also hungry.

Sylvia reached out her hands to untie the apron. Then she wore it before cooking the seafood.

Franklin didn't go to the living room or watch TV. He stayed in the kitchen, occasionally helping her.

His ever-so-cold eyes were full of tenderness, and he couldn't take his eyes off her at all.

It seemed the man of status suddenly became down-to-the-earth.

Noon.

Sylvia finished cooking the seafood.

Every dish smelt nice, arousing Franklin's appetite.

Suddenly, the house door was pushed open from the outside.

Rock entered. Soon, he smelt the food fragrance.

When he saw Sylvia in the dining room, he wondered if he had entered the wrong house.

"Mrs. Maskelyne? Did you move back?" Since Franklin divorced, he returned to his hometown for a break.

Now he returned but saw Sylvia.

In excitement, he put down his luggage. "Mrs. Maskelyne, have you reconciled with Master Franklin? Did you remarry?" Sylvia darted at Franklin, blaming him inwardly.

"Franklin has stomach issues, so he insisted on asking me to cook for him." "Master Franklin, I'm afraid you cannot find another girl so good as Mrs. Maskelyne. She's charming and good at cooking." Rock strode to sit at the table. "Mrs. Maskelyne, can you stay here from now on?" Sylvia answered, "I have something urgent to deal with, so I'll leave after lunch." She couldn't do anything to those who treated her well.

Rock was too lovely for her, and she could hardly turn him down.

Franklin watched her without blinking, his gaze irritating her.

Although the seafood dishes were delicious, Sylvia lost her appetite.

Franklin, however, enjoyed the food immensely.

Sylvia rolled her eyes, picked up her handbag, and stood up. "I gotta go now." Franklin suddenly asked, "Do you know you have a lot of clothes in the closet?"